Sunday, June 20, 2010

Blue Moon

Posted by T.S.Garp

A poem under that magical moment once in a blue moon real love happens.

I sat under the stars at night.

surrounded by mountains and trees,

you held my hand and everything felt so right.

I was consumed with love and something came over me.

I looked up to see the bright blue moon glimmering above.

For this precious, moment only happens once, to some.

And I knew this was no ordinary kind of love.

Bodies meshing into one,

under a blue moon,

kissing until dusk,

was done.